Classic Poem

Bound along or else be still,
Sportive roebuck, at thy will;
Wilding rose and woodbine fill
All the grove with sweetness
Safely may thy gentle roe
O'er the piny hillocks go,
Ever-white robed torrent's flow
Rivalling in fleetness.

Peaceful breaks for thee the dawn.
While thou lead'st thy skipping fawn,
Gentle hind, across the lawn
In the forest spreading:
Morn appears in sober vest,
Nor hath eve in roses drest,
By her purple hues exprest,
Aught of thy blood-shedding.